Hollow Shell of a Woman

I'm stuck.

Cant decide.

Lost in the tide,

Of my emotions.

Daily routines.

Going through the motions.

Dry.

Like a firework,

With no gun powder.

Can't help but cry.

Always asking the same question.

Why?

I can see the tears.

Too much to repair.

Words just don't work,

Even if I screamed,

Even if I shook.

Would he listen to my heart?

If I were to take it apart.

Piece by piece,

Until there was nothing left?

No.

He would want the nothingness.

The hollow shell of the woman

Who gave her all.

And received...

A daughter.

After all,

As a wife I may not be valued,

But I'll always be the mother,

To the child that I bore him.

And for that,

I'll suffer silently.

Words are just words.

And, actions speak volumes.

I guess I was meant to be,

Lonely at night.

No escape from my thoughts,

Anywhere in sight.